intro : pick around : Am x02210 , Dm7 x00211 , Am x02210 , G xx0033 
 
ALather was Cthirty years Gold today, 
They Emtook away Dall of his Ctoys. 
His Amother sent Cnewspaper Gclippings to him, 
About his Emold friends who'd Dstopped being Cboys. 
 
There was EmHarwitz E. DGreen, just Fturned thirty-Dthree, 
His Aleather chair Emwaits at the Dbank. 
And EmSeargent Dow DJones, twenty-Fseven years Dold, 
ACommanding his Emvery own Dtank.  
 
But CLather still Dfinds it a Emnice thing to do, 
To Clie about Dnude in the Emsand, 
Drawing Cpictures of Dmountains that Emlook like bumps, 
And Dthrashing the air with his Ahands. A  
 
But Await, oh Lather's Gproductive you know, 
He Aproduces the Gfinest of Asound, 
Putting drumsticks on either Gside of his nose, 
ASnorting the Gbest licks in Atown .....Am G D  
But {E}that's all over... 
 
ALather was Cthirty years Gold today, 
And EmLather came Dfoam from his Ctongue. 
He Alooked at me Ceyes wide and Gplainly said, 
Is it Emtrue that I'm Dno longer Cyoung?  
 
And the Emchildren Dcall him FfamDous, 
What the Aold men Emcall inDsane,  
And EmsomeDtimes he's so FnameDless, 
That he Ahardly Emknows which Dgame to play... 
Which Cwords to say...  
 
And I Cshould have Dtold him, Em"No, you're not old."  
And I Cshould have Dlet him go Emon...Dsmiling...babyAwide.